That Sand-[n-word] Lying There On The Ground

Bright and shiny,
Skies clear,
And blue,
A Sunday morning.

Conscience,
In good hands,
Packed away,
In a lock box,
Back home,

With mom,

And my,
Little sister,
Sue,
In New Jersey.

Rifle aimed,
Crosshairs aligned,

Breath held,
Shot fired,

Another Sand n-word,
Down,
A job,
Well done!

The battle decided,
The enemy destroyed,
An evening stroll,
After having,
Allowed the trophy,
A forty year-old corpse,
To properly stiffen.

However,
As I approached,
The remains,
Of what,
Was at one time,
A living,
Breathing,
Human being,
I happened to notice,
Something,
That I will,
Never forget,
A photo,
Of what must,
Have been,
The Father,
The soldier,
I killed,
His wife,
And their two sons,
And three daughters.

Horrified,
By the realization,
That I had murdered,
Someone,
Just like me,

I flinched,
In fact,
At that very moment,
I think,
I wanted to die,
As my conscience,
From out of nowhere,
Seemingly launched,
A vicious attack upon,
The military's,
Rather wicked attempt,
To destroy my soul,

And with no mercy,
Whatsoever,
My conscience,
Lashed out at me,
For the,
Terrible thing,
I had done!

There it was,
Lying at my feet,
A stiffened frame,
Frightened eyes,
Sunken deep within,
The cavity,
Of the man's,
Shattered skull,
And at that moment,
I saw his soul!

Ravaged,
By shame,
And doubt,
I stood there,
In the,
Dreadful,
Darkness,
Of death,

Realizing that,
I had become,
A savage beast.

It was then,
That I began,
To understand,

That I,
Had been,
The one,

Who killed,
Jesus,

That I,
Had been,
The one,

Who crucified,
Christ!